Over Again

Does it ever drive you crazy, just how fast the night changes? My names Charlie and im just another fifteen year old. I go to school, come home, sleep, repeat. At home, it's wake up, chores, eat, sleep, and of course, repeat. School is just a living hell, but I guess I'm just as unlucky as the next kid. With anxiety and depression, pretty much everything is a living hell. It's all just a waiting game, you wait until that one day, the one day that you just have had enough. You wake up and everything has disappeared, everything you ever dreamed about. You can't tell if its a good or a bad thing, but you play along. But when the night changes, what do you do?